There are things that I have in common with Bankman-Fried, and that demonstrates that even people from different galaxies can find common ground.

For instance, he always played video games or worked on documents while speaking with people in Zoom or getting interviewed for live TV. Michael Lewis interprets this as meaning that Bankman-Fried was incapable of maintaining contact with other people. Like he was an almost non-verbal autistic who immediately switched off whenever people spoke to him.

But that’s not how it works. I don’t play videogames or work on documents during Zoom conversations to avoid hearing people. To the contrary, I do it because I want to hear. My brain is very busy and if I don’t occupy it, I’ll get distracted and miss everything the person on the other side of the screen is saying.

Lewis is simply projecting his own incapacity to maintain several open and active channels in his brain on Bankman-Fried.

Inside the dust jacket of the book about Sam Bankman-Fried, there is the organization chart of his businesses. It’s so funny, it’s like an illustration to an article about group IQ distributions. Top ten rows are all Asian names. Then some Anglo names appear with an odd Italian cropping up. And some Hispanics on the very bottom. And, unsurprisingly, a Jewish guy on top of it all.

People get freaked out about IQ but it’s silly because IQ doesn’t guarantee happiness. Mine is clearly much lower than Bankman-Fried’s. Some of the statistics games he played I can’t even comprehend, let alone play. But when I read the letters he exchanged with his girlfriend, God, those poor bastards were pathetic. Bankman-Fried was clinically miserable. Completely incapable of enjoying anything. My life is a fountain of joy compared to those of all these woke geniuses with their IQs, boatloads of money, and “polyamorous child-free socially conscious lifestyles”.

There’s always at least one Orthodox Jewish passenger on the NYC-Montreal flight. Today we had a young couple with a baby. The other passengers were going out of their way to be kind and solicitous to them. A couple of people came up to bump fists with the husband. A young guy ran to Starbucks to buy bottles of water for the young family. A warm, kind feeling surrounded these Jewish passengers.

Everybody who is remotely capable of it knows what’s right.

It’s very true that it is important always to hear the other side. I was convinced that nothing would ever persuade me to feel compassion towards Sam Bankman-Fried, a woke billionaire and a fraudster. But Michael Lewis shares some anecdotes about Bankman-Fried’s childhood in his book Going Infinite, and it becomes clear that the man’s psychological dysfunction was carefully manufactured by his far-left hippie professor parents.

One story shows how Bankman-Fried’s parents, who were too busy to parent, convinced the poor boy that the reason why he was deprived of birthday celebrations, family outings, and friends was because he didn’t want them. Another anecdote features an essay written by a 12-year-old Bankman-Fried where the miserable kid tries to argue away his disgust with abortion to please his woke mommy. At the age of 12, an opinion about abortion doesn’t have much to do with abortion per se. It’s much more about the child’s right to exist outside of the mom’s will. In his essay, a pre-teen Bankman-Fried arrives at a conclusion that even though abortion is murder, it should be ok to commit that murder if it’s convenient to the mother. You don’t have to be Freud to figure out what the boy was actually trying to say and who was the addressee of his essay.

Of course, Bankman-Fried is completely responsible for his actions as an adult. He’s a piece of shit human, and that’s 100% on him. But I can’t avoid feeling a stab of pity for a boy who, at the age of six, was begging his mother to give him permission to enjoy an amusement park and at 12 was still begging for permission to enjoy his own life.

In Michael Lewis’s book Going Infinite, there’s this great (and completely true) story about a mega powerful Wall Street firm that used extremely effective statistical calculations to guess the result of the 2016 election. They knew before anybody else that Donald Trump would win the presidency. Statistics worked! Algorithms worked!

But then the human factor came into play. The fancy Wall Street guys detested Trump. (Obviously). So they assumed that his win would tank the market. They bet heavily on that, making gigantic trades on what was, in fact, simply their irrational emotional response to Trump.

They ended up losing hundreds of millions of dollars. All those algorithms, all the data, the calculations. The supposedly autistic, unemotional MIT physicists hired to be traders. The absolutely correct information about the Trump win obtained scientifically hours before anybody else in the world. All sacrificed for an irrational, childish dislike rooted in herd mentality.

So for those Wall Street fellows, the day after the election was not only emotionally devastating but financially crushing. They bet on their fee-fees and lost. It was the largest single loss in the company’s history but the CEOs didn’t punish the traders. They understood and shared the wounded feelings that had caused the mistake.

This is just absolutely hilarious. 🦬 🦬 🦬

These are the same people who have been supercilious towards the MAGAs. And no, it’s not just a TikTok phenomenon. This is a wide-spread belief system on the left.

Once, I went to bed and within several minutes fell asleep. It was July of 2014. I’ll never forget the experience. Went to bed and within literally minutes was asleep. Minutes, not hours. So weird.

Some people say it happens to them frequently. This is like a completely different lifestyle that I cannot even imagine.

Truly, it takes all kinds.

That’s how I know this person is not in academia. “White people” is used as an insult by my Jewish brothers and sisters in academia. Even though they are completely white themselves and consider themselves as such. It’s their version of Catholic guilt.

I will not participate in convenient lies even at a difficult time for Jews. All those rabid pro-Hamas crowds, all the “anti-colonialist” campus protests – it’s kosher chickens coming home to roost. This is half a century of leftist open borderism, race baiting, and feeling oh so bad for the perennially victimized “black and brown bodies.”

Nothing will change unless we become honest with ourselves.

After being addressed by prospective employees as “Dear Sir/Madam” and “Dear Hiring Manager”, I thought I’d seen it all.

But that was before receiving an application today that opened with “Good morning, Proposal.”

The word proposal appears nowhere in my job ad, so I’m quite intrigued.

Today, as Klara was getting ready for school, I jokingly reminded her to carry the one during the math lesson.

“Mommy,” Klara exclaimed, looking pleasantly surprised. “You know about carrying the one! You must be pretty smart.”

I have finally managed to impress my 7-year-old with my intelligence.